Kurt Philip Behm

Your Voice Reversed (+1)

You can go anywhere as someone else,

the masks and jesters play

invisible to sound and touch

the Lords and Creatures pray

 

To rent the future—sell the past,

the landlord still unnamed

invulnerable to what they sell

the real prize still unclaimed

 

To cry out once your voice reversed

lone echo at your back

the Landed Gentry comes and goes

—the crossroads blackest cat

 

(The New Room: April, 2022)

 

 

To Charge Within

 

I put a saddle on the wind

and rode it through the storm

 

The bridle placed, the buckle cinched,

the reins, my soul reborn

 

Inside each stirrup passion spurs,

the present close at hand

 

Behind whose mane I charge within

—in search of who I am

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)